The Slacker
43 years old, living in his mom's basement, started and stopped university a bunch of times, never really connecting with any topic. Except video games, comic books, fart sounds, *seagull shriek*
He's the guy at the food court suggestively dipping individual french fries into a mayonnaise packet while staring at your grandmother.
He's the guy at the gas station filling up his mom's car while wearing bunny slippers, torn shorts, and no shirt. He’s crazy ripped by the way, just stacked muscles. It's hard not to stare.
He's the guy hitting on your very very young sister in perhaps the most inappropriate way possible. Your sister is more mature than him.
Today he's dressed like a Jamaican rasta, a Halloween costume he picked up years ago that he's wearing because it's laundry day and he literally had nothing else to wear. Literally.
Black and green striped shorts, a Bob Marley T-shirt, a heavily used and very dirty bong slung behind his back on a jute string, ratty sandals, and a dreadlock wig tops off the offensive costume. Why the wig you ask? He's also a completionist. Otherwise he's just another poser.
His name is Jim.
